━━━⋆ ꙳ ✩ ☀️⋆ CLAIR
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C | Where the senses of
the Sorcerer Supreme
fall in surrender to the spells of
the Bearer of Light.
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Doctor Strange x FEM!Oc
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ACT ONE. NEPTUNE. CHAPTER 2: CLEAN HISTORY.
SHE WAS READING QUIETLY IN THE LIBRARY, the dreams had not stopped but they had given her a truce, now it was a different setting, a large window with a huge view of a city, those male hands that before she saw smooth and strong were now hanging from pendulums with metal embedded in their long, slender fingers, she felt how sore they were, and with it his broken spirit. She did not know what worried her more, the fact that that dream had probably been consummated in a tortuous reality or that it had simply disappeared from her mind to a partial degree, in any case she lamented for the person who lived it, she already knew his pain.
She closed her eyes before a slight dizziness from spending so much time with her head down reading, she rubbed her eyes trying to accommodate her sight to the lighting of the library and decided to walk the streets in her astral form, her physical form was not allowed to go out of the sanctuaries if it wasn't a very important cause, but she had her ways of breaking the system. She placed herself in a position where she could pretend to be asleep and went into her astral form.
She floated over the streets of Nepal, without attracting the attention of other wizards. She felt strange for a long time, her curiosity about the outer world only invaded her in gluttony for knowledge, she loved everything that did not belong to the small world that the Ancient One had created around her.
She saw a couple lovingly holding their child by the hand, she concentrated to feel the couple's emotions when holding their child, she experienced their security, their love and their warmth, they gave the infant a delicate touch, almost fearing fragmenting it, at the same time they held it firmly so as never to lose it. She couldn't do anything but wonder if she was ever held like this by someone, did Claire have a family? Was there someone in the world waiting for her?
Suddenly she felt something go through her hand in her astral form, she turned around and saw him, a man in a very poor situation, it was something very common in Nepal, so she only understood that his situation was difficult, she quickly lowered her gaze to not look at him. In the eyes and unwittingly she noticed that he was a foreigner, her assumptions did not take long to appear, she resisted the urge to go prying into his mind to find out why he was lost in Kathmandu out of respect for his human quality.
For her it was almost intolerable how people tended to judge the difficulties of others, minimizing their problems, without realizing it she was following him to find out the context of his situation, she concentrated on feeling what that man felt and there was nothing more than a profound bitterness, an immeasurable rage, and even the disappointment of probably defeat.
But what kind of loss?
He walked like a walking corpse muttering "Kamar-Taj", what was he doing looking for it?
